Page 15 of The Tsar’s Obsession (Bratva Sinners #1)

Let Them Watch

Kirill

I liked Americans for a few things, like their love of wasting money on stupid shit, like these events they pretended were important.

The whole thing cost four times what we’d raise for charity, but the RSVPs flooded in anyway.

Mix a few politicians, a handful of criminals like us, and some regular innocents like Mia, and you have the magic formula to success.

But this was good. I immersed myself in organizing this, having absolutely no desire to, but I needed a distraction before I went fucking bananas.

Those candy cane shorts were burned into my memory, but it’s as if I came to after I left her home. What the fuck was I doing? I was pushing too fast, too hard, and I was going to scare her the fuck off.

Mia and I were meant to be. I knew it better than I knew anything else in my life, but it would never work if she didn’t fall into it voluntarily.

So, I reassessed my approach. I calmed the fuck down. And we were back to being professional with each other, except for those late-night phone calls, where she would let her guard down. One conversation after another, she was falling into it—into us.

Our connection was deepening, the foundation being built brick by brick. And here we were, showing up to the gala hand in hand, my gifts around her neck and inside her pussy. Perfect.

“Mia, this is my friend and business partner, Dmitry.” She was stepping into my world. A genuine smile graced her lips as she shook his hand.

“It’s a pleasure, Mia.” Dmitry was courteous, but then, never looking away from her, he said one word to me, “ Krasivaya.”

Beautiful.

And something crashed inside my chest. I didn’t want any man, no matter how close to me, to ever think about her in any way.

Mia held her own. “Spasibo,” she responded politely, surprising him with her language skills.

Their empty chatter took a backseat to my own thoughts as I marveled at her. The dress clung to her body like it was made for her. Just enough plunge to tease, just enough restraint to make me want to rip it off.

She was so delicate. The thin straps that rested on her shoulders were the only barrier between her naked body and me. A barrier I was salivating to break.

I watched her from a distance, how she seamlessly belonged to this world, how she thrived in it.

She was speaking with Jeremy, a developer we were well acquainted with and the one whose fingers suffered at the hands of my man Vova.

Vova also burned his Maserati convertible to ashes, just for good measure.

Miraculously, that form of dialogue worked like magic; Jeremy delivered on his promises and became responsive again.

Jeremy was the Ari type: tall, lanky, and sleazy, the kind of man who never gave without taking.

He got his shit done, but only when we reminded him what would happen if he didn’t.

His fingers and his charred car were our mellow approach.

And I really didn’t like the way Jeremy chatted with Mia. He was looking at her like he fucking knew her. Not just a simple work contact, he knew her.

My grip tightened around my whisky glass, and the pressure built inside me when Mia laughed at something he said. It wasn’t the polite and professional laugh either. It was easy and familiar. Like it had been there before me .

Fuck it, my large stride toward them caught Jeremy’s eyes, and he hesitated. Good. He fucking should.

“Good evening, Kirill. Lovely party.” He greeted me with a fake smile.

“Good evening,” I responded simply, waiting to see what would happen next, but then Mia spoke, and my heart sank.

“You guys know each other?” she asked curiously, as if this was hard for her to believe. She looked up at me and then at Jeremy, who seemed just as surprised as her.

“Yes,” he responded immediately. “Do you know each other? How?” And it was clear that he wasn’t happy about it.

“Kirill is my client. I guess it makes sense that you guys know each other, since we’re all here,” Mia added.

“Ki– Kirill is your client?” Jeremy gulped, his eyes jumping between Mia and me while I watched the interaction with trepidation. “Wow. Small world. Kirill’s firm is financing our project.” I still had no idea how they knew each other!

“Oh!” Mia turned to me, her eyes as devoted and as beautiful as ever, while she delivered the bad, awful news. “Jerry is my stepbrother. Look at you, working with the entire family!” She chuckled and turned to me with a big smile.

Fuck. Me.

Her fucking stepbrother? How did my team miss this?! A decade of surveillance, and not one of my guys put it together? Useless.

Mia waited for a reaction from me, completely unaware of the war raging inside me. “Oh, yeah? Small world indeed,” I responded with humor, ready to murder Jeremy in the bathroom so he wouldn’t start spewing shit about me to Mia.

The truth was out there. Jeremy and I didn’t see eye-to-eye on how to do business. He was cautious, and at the same time he wanted everything—our money, loyalty, and trust—and didn’t want to sacrifice anything himself.

What’s more, Jeremy was aware of who I actually was—very obviously not a simple investor.

And I was going to tell Mia about who I was, but in my own time.

I didn’t need fucking Jeremy to snitch on me.

“I never made the connection. You have different last names?” I added, and if looks could kill, Jeremy was murdering me slowly.

“Yeah, we were adults when our parents got married, so everyone kept their last names.” Mia explained gently.

This was unfortunate, to say the least. I had to get Mia away from him, and I would deal with the fallout later.

“Jeremy. I’ll see you around.” Without giving him anymore of my time, my hand closed around Mia’s, and I pulled her after me, ignoring his death stare. Later. Fuck all that for now.

“Is your plan to torture me slowly all night until I unravel somewhere on the dance floor?” Mia tugged on my hand and turned me around, bringing me face-to-face with her ethereal beauty and small smile.

In the dim lights of the venue, the diamond necklace shimmered around her neck like the brightest moonlight.

“You can’t do this to me, you know? I’ll get my revenge. ”

“Wrong.” I caught Jeremy watching us, and he stopped dead in his tracks when my arm snaked around Mia’s waist. “I can do whatever I want. And you will oblige me, Sunshine.” My voice low, my lips at her ear, I could feel her shallow breathing.

At this, I turned the little vibrator up, her body reacting instantly.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she fell into me, the heat of her body seeping through my shirt.

“You’re,” she paused, and my eyes locked with Jeremy’s. “A very cruel man.” My smirk only grew as I pulled her in closer, wrapping my other arm around her waist.

This was true, and the way motherfucking Jeremy was watching us, like I was intruding, like I was the one in the wrong, awakened all that cruelty inside me.

“We should grab our seats.” My lips made barely perceptible contact with Mia’s ear, her sweet smell infiltrating my senses, but Jeremy’s death stare caught it all.

Yes. Let him watch. Let them all fucking watch. I noticed so many men approach Mia in the twenty minutes while we both said our hellos to those in attendance. Too many men. Every fucking single one had to know that she was off-limits.

At dinner too, one fucker after another accosted her, leaned in for a kiss, chatted and smiled, and I lamented that there was no ring on her finger yet.

I brought Mia’s little toy to life again during dinner. She jolted slightly, and her knife flew off the table at the motion. She giggled and dropped her head, squeezing the fork between her fingers. I could have watched this forever.

Her face flushed, Mia stared through her wine glass, sitting as still as a statue, closing her eyes, and trying to breathe through it.

“Ah!” A small but audible gasp left her lips as she squirmed in her seat, the vibrator doing its honest work. “Can I have lime instead of lemon, please?” she asked the wait-staff, doing her best to distract herself, but I didn’t let her off the hook.

Instead, I took in the sight of her chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the diamonds dancing around her neck every time she gulped and tried to hold off her orgasm. Fuck, if this wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world. I enjoyed her, just the way I’d planned.

A goddess, my goddess , played my little game, her delicious body reaching that climax that she was so worthy of.

Mia’s body belonged to me—it would always belong only to me.

I would bring her to an orgasm with a lot more ease, speed, and pleasure than a toy ever could, and she would become addicted.

But we could still use toys, I wasn’t opposed to it in any way.

“I– excuse me.” Her chair scraped the floor and interrupted my ruminations about our future sex life. Mia pushed away from the table, urgently springing up to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She threw me a knowing glance and hurried off in the direction of the restroom.

I had nothing to lose and everything to win. I didn’t give a flying fuck if anyone found it suspicious or wrong, and I immediately followed, catching up to her right before she could reach the hallway.

My fingers gently closed around her wrist, and I pulled her behind the little stage where I was due to give a speech in a few minutes.

"What are you– oh God!" Mia battled with her own words, and as soon as we were out of sight of the dining room, she fell into my chest. Her entire body went limp, struggling to carry out this orgasm upright. But at this precise moment, I turned the vibrator off, ripping the sensation away from her.

Her breath unsteady, she raised her eyes to me while my hands traveled her back. I was so hungry. Nine years. Nine long agonizing years, I was waiting for her. And I would take what I wanted.

Working quickly, I pushed her toward the little backstage couch, where she plopped down with a gasp, her eyes wide at my actions, but I was already on my knees in front of her.

There was a momentary pause when she realized what I was about to do, and my hand clasped around her ankle.

Our eyes met, and I felt so torn. Fuck, I wanted her so much. I'd never wanted anything in my life the way I pined after this woman. But I couldn't just take anything from her. This wasn't like before; this wasn't like with any other woman in my life. I wanted, I needed to have her permission.

So, I waited. On my knees. And Mia stretched out the pause. She leaned in so close her breath ghosted over my lips. Her fingers brushed my jaw, tracing over the tension there like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. "Use your words, Sunshine ," she whispered.

A dare. A fucking taunt. " Ask me.” The innocence of her gaze spilling all over me, she spread her legs slowly, found my hand, and placed it on her knee, determined to kill me with all the hesitant movements.

"I've never asked for anything in my life. I only take what I want," I confessed quietly, half delirious from all the denial I'd been living through, but I only heard a tiny giggle in response, revving up my desperation even further.

"Hmm...I guess..." Her fingers traced up my neck while my hand glided ever so slowly up the soft skin of her thigh. With my eyes closed, I was fully tuned into every sensation. "I guess there's a first time for everything. Ask me if you can lick my pussy," she whispered.

Fuck . I was on the verge of turning her around and fucking her until she was a moaning mess on the floor.

"Next time"—I gulped, shaking in anticipation—"I'll make you beg." And I fucking would. " Fucking let me eat you out, " I almost growled, grabbing onto her thigh with the force of a starved and taunted wild animal.

"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask, yes!" Her light response sounded instantly in my ear, and within a few seconds, I was already pulling up her dress, the sight of her naked legs in front of me flooding my mouth with saliva.

"Wait!" She paused and reached between her legs, giving me only a tiny glimpse of that light pink thong.

She gently withdrew the vibrator with a loud sigh. "I don't want anything to ruin your meal."

Mia had no idea that she would forever be responsible for the one she had tamed. Forever, until death.

With my hands literally shaking, I finally moved the dress and that ridiculous tease of a thong out of the way and landed my eyes on that sweet pussy that I'd been lusting over all these years.

"Oh, fuck!" Mia gasped out a little too loudly when my mouth gently landed on her pussy, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my body instantly getting hooked on the taste.

Fuck. I was doomed.